Back in March 2020, during the first lockdown, I biked one town over to have dinner at the place of a girl I've been seeing. We've been taking it slow but on this particular Sunday she invited me for movies and told me to bring comfortable clothing. Reading things into this I also packed a toothbrush, just to be sure. Around 0030 she offered me coffee, I told her gladly, but maybe a little late for that? She told me I could probably use the energy on my hour long bike ride back. I took the coffee and through the night I rode. Upon arriving back in my neighbourhood (adjacent the harbour) a large truck was parked alongside the road, letting out what I assumed was a prostitute. She proceeded to smile at me while dancing frivolously in the centre of the bicycle lane while holding blinking bike lights. With an irony taste in my mouth I rung my bell and made eye contact signalling I wasn't planning on slowing down or stopping. She stepped aside but as I was about to pass she leaped right back in front of me, causing me to crash my bike into her, almost throwing her off her feet. No-one was hurt and whoever was in the truck never entered the situation. When I arrived back at my apartment the sentence of unloved but well fed came to mind, describing the juxtaposition of being fed a lovely meal and then being (as I saw it back then) rejected in the same moment.